Jay drew a sharp breath in mock surprise. “My God, I didn’t know that! Thank heavens they didn’t give me a dachshund!”
Kim nearly choked trying to swallow a laugh. Jay was totally outrageous and made her want to join in the fun. “According to section 1202 of the equal access statute,” she told the bartender, “guide dogs have to be admitted anywhere the owner can legally be present.”
Curly, who lacked even a single hair on his head, scowled at her.
“Is that true?” Jay asked under his breath.
“I have no idea if that’s the right section of the law, but it sounds pretty good.”
Jay barked a laugh. “Find us the best table in the house, sweetheart. We’re going to have us some dinner.”
TRYING TO AVOID curious looks from customers and employees alike, Kim selected an inconspicuous booth at the side of the room where the shadows were the deepest. She and Jay both ordered the beef dip sandwiches, and Jay covered his French fries with enough catsup to consider he’d had a full serving of vegetables with his meal. Kim opted for fresh fruit instead of fries.
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